Hurt my loved ones? I'm not guarding this country's borders anymore!

The King of Anle's voice echoed through the empty, abandoned mine, tinged with a hysterical madness: "Attack! Kill him! Whoever brings his head will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold and granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households!"

Hundreds of elite soldiers and warriors from the military headquarters, as if injected with adrenaline, roared and charged toward the only figure in the field.

The flashing blades and shadowy swords instantly engulfed Shen Jinglong.

Shen Jinglong gave a cold laugh.

"Prince Anle, is this all you have to offer? A bunch of chickens and dogs think they can bury me, Shen Jinglong?"

He sneered inwardly and moved his body.

There are no fancy moves, just the simplest collisions, punches, and kicks.

"Bang!"

The assassin at the very front had his chest caved in, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, knocking over seven or eight people behind him.

Shen Jinglong was like a tiger among sheep.

Wherever he went, severed limbs and broken arms flew everywhere.

The killing formation that King Anle had meticulously set up was easily torn open one gap after another by him.

"My god, is this even human? It's fiercer than the old ox in our village!" A newly recruited soldier from the military garrison, speaking in a local accent, was so frightened that his legs were trembling.

A seasoned veteran next to him slapped him on the back of the head: "What are you yelling about! If you don't want to die, charge! Otherwise, the supervisory team will chop you up first!"

"But...but my seventh great-uncle is still waiting for me to eat at home!" the new recruit cried.

"Charge in and you might survive; don't, and you're dead right now!"

King Anle's face grew increasingly grim; his once handsome face was now twisted like that of a demon.

He watched helplessly as the assassins he had trained at great expense fell one by one.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the ground was covered with a thick layer of corpses, and blood pooled into streams, flowing freely across the uneven surface of the mine.

As for Shen Jinglong, he wasn't injured at all; not even the hem of his clothes got dirty.

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

King Anle muttered to himself, his eyes bloodshot.

"I laid a trap from the heavens, how could I lose? Just what kind of monster is this Shen Jinglong?!"

He whirled around and roared at the archer unit behind him, "Archers! Where are all the archers?!"

"Your Highness, the brothers are all here..."

"Forget about those useless fools!" Prince Anle rudely interrupted his general. "Abandon indiscriminate firing! All archers, aim all your arrows at Shen Jinglong alone! Shoot! Turn him into a pincushion!"

"Your Highness, what about our own people..."

"Didn't you hear what I said?!" King Anle grabbed his collar. "Execute the order!"

"yes!"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

A dense rain of arrows, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds, descended upon Shen Jinglong from all directions.

The attacking assassins and soldiers were thrown into chaos. Many were hit by arrows from their own men and fell to the ground screaming in agony.

Shen Jinglong sneered, his figure suddenly accelerating as he weaved through the rain of arrows as if taking a leisurely stroll.

At that moment, a sudden change occurred.

A dark shadow suddenly emerged from the deepest shadows of the mine.

The figure moved as fast as lightning, wearing a strange mask that was half crying and half laughing.

The shadowy figure's target was not Shen Jinglong.

He entered the battle like a ghost, his short blade flashing in his hand. In just a few breaths, several assassins who were besieging Shen Jinglong coughed up blood and fell to the ground dead.

His moves were ruthless and his angles were tricky; his killing efficiency was even higher than Shen Jinglong's.

This sudden turn of events left everyone stunned.

King Anle's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

“Who…who are you?”

The dark figure stopped and stood on a pile of corpses. The mask, which was neither crying nor laughing, turned to King Anle and spoke in a hoarse, unpleasant voice: "By order of the Holy Lord, I have come to clean house."

He tilted his head, his tone full of disdain: "A piece of trash, good for nothing but causing trouble. You've completely disgraced the Holy Lord."

"Damn it!" King Anle exclaimed in shock and anger. "Why are the Holy Lord's men here? Didn't you say you would only act in secret? Could it be... could it be that you are abandoning me?"

"Abandon?" The masked man seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. "You're not worthy. I'm just here to get rid of you, you worthless piece of trash."

After saying that, he ignored Prince Anle, turned around, and pounced on Shen Jinglong!

"Boy, your life is yours too!"

The situation instantly became chaotic.

Shen Jinglong was attacked from both sides.

He had to deal with the fearless soldiers of the Military Command while also fending off the fierce attacks of the mysterious masked man.

"Clang!"

Shen Jinglong threw a punch, which collided with the masked man's short blade, producing a loud clang of metal against metal.

A chilling aura emanated from his fist.

Shen Jinglong's body trembled.

This chilling inner energy... this style of movement...

It can't be wrong!

They were exactly the same group of men in black who wiped out the Shen family on that bloody night seven years ago!

Holy Lord? Who exactly are you?!

Shen Jinglong's eyes instantly turned red, and an overwhelming killing intent erupted from his body.

"So it was you guys!"

Seeing that the situation was completely out of control, and that the mysterious masked man didn't care about his life or death at all, while Shen Jinglong became even more violent, Anle Wang suddenly had the idea of ​​retreating.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

He shouted at the few remaining confidants around him, then turned and ran towards the outskirts of the mine.

"Your Highness! We...we can still try to save him!" a loyal guard shouted.

"Save me my ass! Get out of here!"

Prince Anle scrambled and stumbled, utterly disheveled.

The masked man noticed Anle Wang's escape, but he only glanced at him disdainfully, focusing all his attention on Shen Jinglong.

After another fierce struggle, the masked man used the momentum to retreat several feet and landed steadily.

He felt his arm go numb and was shocked.

This person's strength... far exceeds the intelligence! Moreover, his fighting style subtly counters my power.

This matter must be reported to the Holy Lord immediately; the plan has changed.

The masked man ceased fighting and gave Shen Jinglong a cold look: "Your life will be taken by the Holy Lord himself."

Before he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the pitch-black night in a few flashes.

"Trying to leave?"

Shen Jinglong let out a low growl, but did not chase after him.

He slowly turned around, looking in the direction where the King of Anle had fled, then at the darkness where the masked man had disappeared, his killing intent palpable.

In the empty mine, only he stood, surrounded by corpses.

"Holy Lord..."

Shen Jinglong's voice rang out in the night wind, eerily calm.

"very good."